a week before singapore went into lockdown (7 April 2020), life was starting to slip into a standstill. frozeness loomed ahead, yet none of us knew what to expect. I wrote a letter to life, slipped it into a bag of water and chucked it in the freezer.
“dear life, i’ll see you again. Though i know we’d both be different by then, but i look forward to seeing you.” a year later now, this is surreal - much have changed, and much have not. the paper was dry, then it was not. though the words remain.
May our fucking human spirit remain and thrive!!!!!